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[vayacontacos-zine]

If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you...

Tijuana 8/1/2024

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[fili-oeuvre]

welcome to the haunted place >:3

[ragsweas]

Kingdom: Mega

World of Kayla

A kingdom nestled in the haunted pine forests, Mega is infamous for its riches. The capital city is the only place open to visitors, situated on the foothills of the great Baari Mountain Range. The Betals living in Mega are always conversing with the spirits of people long gone.

The actual population lives deep within the mountain range, or in small groups scattered by the forests. Underground temples, grand mansions and mines for riches are regular for the Betals. The sun never rises in Mega, the mist of the spirits and making it impossible for anything to pass through. Therefore, it’s always cold in the kingdom.

Many have tried, and failed, to plunder the kingdom. Betals can not only call upon spirits but also channel the power of different creatures. Making them as unnatural as sorcerers in the world of Kayla.

Very few animals venture in the cold- goats and bears thus often become lifelong companions of the people living there. If you are lucky, an occasional Peryton might come down and bond with a Betal too.

The most impressive thing about Mega is the Temple of Dorian. Very few have been lucky enough to visit this masterpiece that holds years of knowledge and hundreds of servants. Some say that the Goddess lives there. The truth remains unknown. 

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Hello all. This is a series on my world that I am currently building and writing about. Hope you enjoyed a little snippet.

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[fiercerthanyou]

Eerie Xochimilco island,

Better known as Isla de las Muñecas, or the Island of Dolls - is just south of Mexico City. But no humans live here anymore - only dolls. 

Thousands of mutilated toys hang from ceilings, trees, and boats moored on the shore. Some are huge, others are tiny, a few are decapitated heads

[alchimilla]

Il_Demone_Del_Bosco / Parte 4 ~~~ The_Demon_Of_The_Woods /Part 4

Durante la mia ultima esplorazione urbex di una casa abbandonata nel bosco, noto che in una foto di una finestra, priva di vetri, compare una specie di volto.

Questo volto, che sembra osservarmi, somiglia ad un teschio con le corna e la bocca spalancata.

E in altre foto della stessa finestra questo volto non compare.

È una pareidolia, o si tratta davvero di un'entità, forse evocata da qualcuno in qualche rito, o forse guardiana del luogo?

During my latest urbex exploration of an abandoned house in the woods, I notice that in a photo of a window, without glass, a sort of face appears.

This face, which seems to be watching me, resembles a skull with horns and a wide open mouth.

And in other photos of the same window this face does not appear.

Is it a pareidolia, or is it really an entity, perhaps evoked by someone in some ritual, or perhaps guardian of the place?

[screensfromhorror]

Grave Encounters (2011)

[sheltiechicago]

Bhangarh Fort

Rajasthan, India

This 17th-century fort in the Alwar district of Rajasthan is known to be one of the most haunted places in India. Now in ruins, the fort has an infamous reputation thanks to two separate stories: The first revolves around its construction led by King Madho Singh. Legend has it that Singh got permission from local ascetic Bala Nath to erect the fort under the condition that the shadow of the fort must never cover Nath’s home. When Singh’s successor decided to make the fort taller, its shadow fell on the hermit’s home, consequently bringing destruction to the complex and surrounding towns.

Visitors aren’t allowed into Bhangarh Fort after sunset.

Photo by ShutterUp_By _Ankit/Shutterstock

[fairytaleprincessart]

[donniykhristanto]

Misteri Pocong Mumun Penunggu MCK Cibubur , Wisata Tempat Angker 👿

https://youtu.be/452aUNZTAfA

#hantu #buperta #bupertacibubur #hantuindonesia #pocongmumun #pocong #kuntilanak #angkerbanget #angker #berhantu #tempatberhantu #haunted #hauntedplace #mck13 #bumiperkemahan #bumiperkemahancibubur #jambore #jamborenasional #pramuka #pramukaindonesia #horror #horrormovies #haunted #hauntedhouse #hauntedmansion #hauntedplaces #hauntedplace #ghost #ghosthunting #ghosthunters #donniykhristanto #donniy_khristanto

[marzipanandminutiae]

"most allegedly haunted houses turn out to have gas leaks!"

no they don't. you are merely skimming the surface of mundane shit that can be wrong with old houses with your one puny little explanation that only fits a very small number of cases. try harder

[redstringredeye]

👀

[clownowo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea:Vanishing Bookstore

Danny opens a bookstore. Initially, it was his private library, a place tp store all the books he gather from different parts of the glob and different Earths.

Mr. Lancer finally wore him down, causing Danny's love of reading to blossom at the end of his Freshman year. The teacher did so by having him come in person to speak about any kind of book as makeup work, as long as he learned how to dissect what he read and get proper reading comprehension.

Danny found that he could enjoy literature if he wasn't forced to write an essay afterward. But spending lunchtimes with his English teacher arguing about Narina's moral concepts was practically the same as the essay; it was just funnier.

It was the final push he needed to move to the next grade. By the skin of his teeth, but he did it. Mr. Lancer had been so proud of him.

That summer, Danny had been grounded for various weeks due to the ghosts attacks taking him away from his school and chores. Since he wasn't allowed to watch TV, or use the computer Danny had chosen to pick up books from Jazz's young adult fantasy shelves.

He never looked back.

Suddenly, it was like Danny could only go somewhere with something to read. He jumped genres but always fell back to fantasy, escaping into magical worlds between pages. Something about that reminded him of exploring the different worlds within the Infinate Realms, and Danny found himself addicted.

It became his entire identity. Sam was the goth girl, Tucker the tech geek, and Danny the book nerd. His friends and family quickly learned that any gift-giving event was going to lead to a long list of books Danny was waiting to get his grabby little hands on.

Even the classics Mr. Lancer once had to fight him to read were entertaining now that he understood their subtext and inferences that used to go over his head as a kid.

Jazz took him to get his library card which became Danny's most prized possession until high school graduation. Once Danny got his first part-time job- working for Sam's family company but hey if he had a rich friend who was willing to pay him to answer calls who was he to say no?- Danny started buying his own books.

He shopped at local second-hand bookstores, online websites, and chain bookstores and even ventured into the Ghost Zone to see what literature wonders they had to offer. He found that his human money had a far better exchange rate then he was expecting, making it possible to buy a lot more and at cheaper prices in the Zone.

He even found parallel words that sold the same books he was reading. Once, he saw a book he had waited two years to release at a marked-down price because that world had the book out for five years. Danny almost died of joy to find the special edition.

His room, which once had nothing by NASA, was now filled with bookshelve after bookshelve of his treasures. His parents allowed him to expand his little library in the attic once he ran out of room.

Danny had no idea what to do when his parents asked him what he planned to do once he ran out of room there. By that point, he had started to move the older ones into his Haunt in the Ghost zone, amazed that it had shifted into a Libary that rivaled the likes of Libary of Alexandria. He had so many different ones that he could organize by all ten categories of the Dewey Decimal System in his Haunt, making him wonder if he had consumed that much writing in the past four years. (He had. His parents were worried)

Ghosts had even started asking if they could visit his library, and before long, he had opened one of Ghost Zona's first Public libraries. His only charge was that if a new ghost wanted a library card, they had to donate at least three books. His collection grew and grew with each passing day.

Blob ghosts appointed themselves as Danny's librarians, carefully filing his newest additions to his growing delight. Danny now always had something new to read.

He consumed so much that a new title was bestowed onto him. Danny Phantom: Master of Knowledge.

Though that was a rather silly title if you asked Danny, he enjoyed a good read whenever he was awake. Just because he learned while reading didn't mean he was the master of it. However, he did gain a massive patchwork of knowledge that he could usually apply anywhere, making people assume he was all-knowing.

That did not solve the problem of getting too many books, and often, he found copies of the same ones added to his shelves again and again. His blob ghosts didn't think to reject copies because then ghosts couldn't visit his haunt and would be denied books.

Danny would never deny anyone books. He just had to figure out what to do with the copies and old books he was no longer interested in.

Jazz told him to try and have a yard sale of the ones he no longer wanted, and seeing as there were some series he could go without, Danny gave it a shot.

He made a surprising amount of money, but it was far from the amount he had spent to purchase them. Still, watching people get excited as they walk away with bags of books more than made up for it. After his third yard sale, Danny made up his mind.

He would attach a bookstore to his Haunt.

He wasn't sure how since his library had built itself. It seemed unwilling to add on to it that it was a slightly different business. His haunt only expanded to accommodate the library that he was building there. It took reading five rare books that Clockwork had gifted him to find what was once lost knowledge.

Haunt Manipulation.

It was risky, but Danny created the Infinite Realms Bookstore with enough concentration, some runes, a dash of overly powerful ectoplasm, and some of his core bits. He chose to run this one because the blobs seemed frightened of hackling with customers, and frankly, seeing people be happy was a different kind of rush.

Things were fine for a few years. He didn't need to work now that he had a steady cash flow—though sometimes he had to find someone willing to trade for US Earth 23-19 dollars. He was his own boss with his books to read, his body not needing sleep or food while in the zone, and his ability to lose himself in between pages whenever he wanted.

Then, his bookstore fell off his haunt. It was like an apple falling from a tree- it grew too heavy for the Haunt to handle- flinging Danny into a nearby Earth portal. Luckily, he could get back to the Zone with the spell he placed on his backdoor, and his haunt was in the same place as it always was.

It turns out that Haunt Manipulation is no longer an extended practice because it cannot anchor anywhere. It vanishes and reappears randomly, lingering for a few months. Danny finds that the last haunt like this is now named the House of Mysteries.

At first, Danny was really annoyed by this, until he realized that he could once again walk among humans and spread his library to different worlds. He especially loved it when he appeared in areas where he could teach people to read.

Something about introducing people to his obsession was almost as fulfilling as his obsession itself.

He became a strange but wise man in some worlds and a god of knowledge in others. Danny was having the time of his life, flinging between timelines, exploring dimensions, and still being able to port back to his regular Haunt that connected him to his home.

He saw his parents every Thanksgiving and Christmas. He was able to be the Best man at Jazz's wedding, saw Tucker become the head of his own tech company, and was one of the first to meet Sam's girlfriend between his exploring.

Infinite Realms Bookstore's newest location was on an intriguing Earth behind Danny's home world regarding technology. It was a crime-infested city with far too many problems for its own good. His bookstore also chooses to plant itself right smack in the middle of the worst part of town.

On the far back wall, in the elegant letter, it read "Five years," meaning Danny and the bookstore would be here for five years before it vanished. Strangely, it was the longest time that it had lingered in one place.

Danny suspected that Infinite Realms Bookstore was starting to develop a mind of its own. His books were organizing themselves overnight now, and he was sure he never saw any blob ghosts about.

That did not stop him from happily opening his doors to Crime Alley anyway. The morning of his first day in Gotham, while sipping some coffee- he forgot how good it tasted!- a young boy wandered in.

He was obviously looking for an escape, so Danny willed some chairs and tables to appear in the far back. A complimentary snack section appeared a few seconds later, and there was a "Feel free to read anything off the shelves" sign.

The kid's eyes widened when he spotted them before he hastily raced toward the classics and selected two large volumes. He planted himself at one of the tables surrounded by drinks and cookies and didn't move for hours.

Danny left him to it, choosing to close when the kid left. It was tweleve long hours but worth it to see the glee on the tiny litte face as he flipped through pages.

The next day, he came back, and the one after that. Before long, Danny had his first regular.

That regular is a young boy named Jason Todd.

Jason reminded Danny of himself when he first got into reading, which led to him making a deal with the young boy. He would let Jason bring books to trade, allowing the boy to take home whatever he wanted in exchange. This meant Danny could get books from this new dimension and Jason didn't have to worry about finaces.

There was a time where Danny was pretty sure Jason was just reselling him back his own books. But seeing as Jason looked more and more like he was having a hard time finding a good meal, Danny pretended not to notice.

This is similar to when his bookstore developed free showers for him to use only when he was about or private reading rooms with a warm bed. Jason early took advantage of these, unaware that they vanished from view to all other customers once he stepped inside.

Sometimes, he falls asleep and spends the night inside those private reading rooms when Danny "forgets" to walk through the store before closing.

Everyone else paid because they didn't make Danny's core sing like Jason. It was easy to tell when the boy became Robin, as he found the vigilante pulling Batman to his window and pointing out books. The moment that mask little face pressed against his glass, Danny knew who it was.

Just as he knew the next day when, Bruce Wayne opened his door to buy everything that Robin had wanted. Danny kept that to himself, though. He figured it would be funnier if they thought they were sneaky.

Maybe this place would be his finest location yet.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie’s live-streaming from bed because he was cursed by god to never sleep and he has strong opinions about things. He stops abruptly when an arm cuts in front of his face. Steve gets closer to him, blinking in that way when you’re only kinda awake. He clumsily opens the drawer in Eddie’s nightstand and curls his hand around his car keys.

Eddie grabs Steve’s hand when he retracts it: What’s up?

Steve, talking in his sleep: I gotta go…. To the bar.

Eddie: For a drink?

Steve: Forgot Oz.

Eddie, snorts in an attempt not to laugh:

Steve, frowning: Not funny….He doesn’t have any money. He can’t get Uber.

Steve: They’re gonna make him wash dishes.

Eddie:

Steve: He doesn’t have thumbs.

Eddie, pushing down the urge to laugh in his face: Alright, Stevie. why don’t I go get him? That sound good? You go back to bed.

Steve:

Steve: Kay.

Ozzy, at the bottom of the bed: ?

[swampybogg]